I can feel the cold from the window, but still I refrain from closing the curtains. To block out the raindrop trails and to mute the storm would be to tempt fate.
I sit wrapped in a blanket staring out of the window, waiting for his headlights to turn into our driveway. The news continues in the background; An accident on the A4.
Relief engulfs me. I focus on the yellow glow the headlights create. My brain refuses to register the blue flashing lights.
I sit wrapped in a blanket staring out of the window, waiting for his headlights to turn into our driveway. The news continues in the background; An accident on the A4.
Relief engulfs me. I focus on the yellow glow the headlights create. My brain refuses to register the blue flashing lights.
